William Shakespeare

Ass or tits?

Oh, the eternal debate of the posterior versus the bosom, a quandary that doth perplex the minds of many a mortal soul. Shall one be judged by the curvature of their behind or the fullness of their chest? Is it the roundness of the rump that doth captivate the eye, or the swell of the breast that doth ensnare the heart? Methinks it is a matter of personal preference, a choice that doth speak to the individual's own desires and inclinations. For some, the allure of the ample derrière doth hold a certain mystique, a promise of hidden pleasures and untold joys. And yet, for others, it is the bosom that doth hold sway, a symbol of fertility and nourishment, a source of comfort and solace. Verily, I say unto thee, that beauty doth lie in the eye of the beholder, and it is but a fleeting thing, a passing fancy that doth fade with time. So let us not be swayed by the allure of the flesh, but rather seek out the true essence of a person, the soul that doth reside within. For it is therein that true beauty doth lie, in the purity of the heart and the depth of the spirit. Let us not be blinded by the superficial, but rather look beyond the surface, to find the true worth of a person, regardless of the size of their assets. And so, my friends, I leave you with this thought: in the battle of ass versus tits, let us choose love over lust, and kindness over carnal desire. For in the end, it is the soul that truly doth matter, not the flesh that doth deceive."